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[freezespirited]

[No one can see him, not even himself. He forgot a long time ago what he looks like, and he wonders if anyone even remembers who he is. Not that he can exactly go and ask someone. He holds onto his cloak, digging his hands into the fine, intricately detailed fabric, more of a decoration than a barrier against the cold. Snow falls wherever he walks, sticking to the ground a bit longer than normal snow. He talks to himself to keep himself company, mostly commenting on anyone else he sees. The curse missed his voice, even if it silenced it from everyone else. Right now he follows someone carrying groceries.]

Heading home?

[No answer.]

People are talking that there could be a blizzard. [No they're not.] Sure that's enough if you're stuck in your...whatever you call what you live in?

[No answer.]

[So he tries harder. He talks and talks, about the mundane and the extraordinary, until without thinking, he gives one light tug to the bag, causing the person to drop it, ruining everything and making a mess. Jack laughs, loudly and a little wild. He feels a little guilty afterward, but no real harm done, right? Now that the distraction's over, his mood sours once again. He doesn't know what else to do, but what other choice does he have but to keep trying? The snow whips around him violently, as he wanders, looking for someone new to follow.]

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[freezespirited]

[Fair maiden! Jack smiles at first, then winces when he catches what she says. Her, too? Curses mean nothing but pain. Which is probably why they're curses.]

Rough day?

[He starts to walk next to her, the previously angry snow calming down around them.]

[easy_a]

[Her brow furrows and she turns her head to the side. That's odd... she could have sworn she heard someone.

Only once she's sure she doesn't see anyone around her does she return her head to its proper, upright position.]

And here I thought things couldn't be stranger.

[freezespirited]

[He might be looking straight at Alisha, but he feels her eyes go right through him. He smiles, then looks in the same direction as her, as if she were talking to him.]

You know what I've found? They tend to become much stranger when someone goes and says that.

[easy_a]

[She stops in her tracks, looking around again.]

...Simon?

[Well, he had the ability to turn invisible. Sure, he wasn't around anymore and the voice she semi-heard didn't sound like him, but it's the first thing that pops to mind.]

Er, hello?

[freezespirited]

[Jack stops as well. He's suddenly breathing very quickly, and he asks, hesitant because he's afraid he'll be disappointed.]

...Can you hear what I say?

[easy_a]

[She hesitates, worried that she's gone mental on top of being cursed.]

...Sort of? It's like half there, half not all at once.

[Way to go, Alisha, talking to the air. That'll sure bring in the patrons. It's a good thing men are forgiving of a flimsy mind so long as it's attached to a firm, large bosom. There's another hesitation, much shorter in length, before she speaks again, once more looking all around her.]

Where are you?

[freezespirited]

[He starts bouncing, so excited and shocked that he can't stop pacing and jumping around her.]

It's there! It's really here. I'm here. You're not imagining it, promise.

[He stops long enough to look around and see where he is.]

Right now, behind you. Now I'm beside you. Now I'm in front of you!

[easy_a]

Are you a talking mosquito? You're moving about like one.

[Or so she assumes, given that the direction of the voice does indeed change with where he claims to be.]

[freezespirited]

Do you know any mosquitos that talk?

I'm a man. Good evening, Mistress, I am Prince Jack Frost of the Overland Kingdom.

[easy_a]

No.

[Okay, in retrospect, that didn't sound to smart, but still.]

If such words are truthful, how come I can't see you?

[freezespirited]

I got on someone's bad side. Shockingly, not everyone appreciates fun.

[He paces around until he's standing in front of her.]

You can't see the wind, but it's still there, and you still believe in it, don't you?

[easy_a]

Or heredity, for that matter. I know how that goes.

[She shrugs, trying to keep her eyes in the direction of the voice.]

Wind and man are two very different things.

[freezespirited]

Are you of noble blood? Do you suffer from a curse?

[He stops moving, mostly.]

In some ways. Wind doesn't talk, not in words we can understand, so that must mean the only possibility left is I am a man.

[easy_a]

Yes, and yes. How did you ever guess?

[A bit of sarcasm there? You bet.]

Well, aren't you poetic, then? Do you make it a habit of impersonating the wind, or am I just special?

[freezespirited]

It must be my unrivalled observational skills. If you don't mind me asking, what is the curse?

[Two can play at that game.]

You're far too kind. Both. More often than not, I use it to make people's items go missing, or cause them to slip. Tricks. Fun things. Most people don't hold conversations with the wind.

[easy_a]

Can't touch anyone, if you want the simplest explanation.

[Well, well, well.]

...So. I am special, even if you're busy being a pest to others. I'm honored, really.

[More sarcasm! But at least there's good humor backing it.]

[freezespirited]

That's simple enough. [And lonely.]

The honor is mine. I get to talk to a very fair maiden. Instead of a one-sided conversation where I talk and pretend you talk back.

[He's smiling, if his voice is anything to go by.]

[easy_a]

Only if the touch is short-lived. [More than he probably realizes.]

...Is... it not normal for people to pick up that you're right in their ear?

[Oh, she hears his smile. And now, she's starting to realize why he has one.]

[freezespirited]

...Do you know how to break it?

No. You're the first.

[easy_a]

If it's a kiss, that hasn't worked at all.

[Her nose scrunches a bit; she's reminiscing on some scenes that aren't pleasant or moral in the least.]

...Really? I am?

[freezespirited]

Searching for the right kiss would seem fitting for such a curse. Curses are meant to be cruel. But perhaps that's not the solution.

Yes! You are! [he laughs now, in joy.]

[easy_a]

Seeing as I can't touch anyone, kissing is definitely not the answer. Not that I've been the one to initiate any.

[She gives a small shrug, though it's hard to not smile when there's laughter about. The corners of her lips curl up, just a bit.]

Well then, I'm honored, Prince Frost.

[freezespirited]

That eliminates one option. Just thousands more to go.

Prithee, My Lady, what is your name?

[easy_a]

It's enough to make one wish to faint, but I'll spare you those theatrics.

My name is Alisha Bailey. It's a pleasure to meet you. [She offers a small curtsy, nothing too fancy, but enough to show some sort of respect.]

[freezespirited]

Good, you're much more interesting to talk to conscious.

[Unseen or not, he bows in respect.] The pleasure is mine.